Flexo & Sylvienne
You ever notice how the forest is basically a living battlefield? I keep an eye on the wind for hidden threats, but I bet you’d rather throw your weight around than listen to a quiet hunter. How do you plan your next move in a place that’s always changing?
You think you’re a quiet hunter? I read the battlefield with my own eyes, set my sights on the biggest prize, and strike. I don’t wait for wind, I carve my own path and then throw my weight around to make sure everyone else follows.
Sounds loud and bold, but the wind always whispers what the eye can’t see. You get the prize, I keep the trail safe. Either way, you’re not the only one who’s making moves.
Wind’s your ally, I’m the one who cuts the line. We both move, but I set the pace.
So you blaze the trail, I’ll keep the edge watch. If you cut too close, you’ll find a thorn I’ve already cleared.